"Alas, don't go, you see that we are so fateful, why don't you send us a dish." Ning Qinghuan's palms condensed the wind signal.

Ning Yu wanted to scold, but the other party was a guest now, and it was easy to do something to her, "I'll go to the kitchen and take a look, watch tonight's cooking competition, which dish you lost, bring it to you." ”

"Cooking competition?" Lu Zezhi pulled Ning Qinghuan's clothes, "Xiao Qinghuan, let's go and have a look." ”

Lu Long and Ning Xin'er's eyes fell on Lu Zezhi at the same time, it has only been a few months, and even the title of Xiao Qinghuan has been called?

Ning Xin'er walked to Lu Zezhi's side and broke Lu Zezhi's hand away, "Wait, Xiao Qinghuan is my special word for my brother, you have to change the name." ”

A cold sweat broke out on Lu Long's forehead, "Is this the point?" Let's focus on tonight's cooking competition! Ningyu, lead the way! I'm going to get my autograph tonight! ”

Ning Yu saw that Lu Long was so excited, and instantly knew that he was a little fan brother, and put on a smile, "Okay, then please move to the kitchen with me, the rule of ten dishes tonight is to win my father's game, and he will give him a dish." ”

The left knife was pulled all the way to the kitchen by Lu Long, and he was a little confused, "Long Long, since you can win the chef, will you care about the chef's cooking?" ”

Lu Long successfully blocked the mouth of the left knife with a roll of his eyes, really, this guy will never understand what to say and when.

Lu Long saw his idol at a glance, Ning An, who is known as a chef. Standing opposite Ning'an, the chef who was immersed in cooking was Doyle, who had just won the honor of ninth-level chef.

"Lu Long, do you remember what a recent report said?" Ning Qinghuan and Lu Long got together, and the two of them were the ones with the highest interest here.

"said that Ning An is actually only a third-level chef, I don't know why, Love Chef didn't go to the Chef Association after the third-level exam. This title was given to him during the Demon Kitchen War. Lu Long's eyes kept looking at Ning An's hand, he already knew what Ning An was cooking.

Ning Qinghuan looked at it for a while, but didn't see it, and after finishing it and reporting the name of the dish, he realized that it was mango cake.

The judges who tasted the food were all celebrities in the taste bud world, a total of three people, two men and one woman.

Ning Qinghuan was a little nervous, because Doyle also made mango cakes, and the ingredients used by the two were exactly the same.

Ning Yu explained on the side, "Tonight's kitchen fight, the comparison is, the same dish, the same ingredients, who can do better, unfortunately, there have been three competitions, and none of them won." ”

"It's worthy of loving the kitchen, every bite is a happy taste." It is the big man in the taste bud world who speaks, and Nabi, who is rumored to be the most difficult, can only be really delicious that can make her no longer have that cold face.

Ning An nodded with a smile, turned around and returned to the chef's table, looking confident, it should have been fruitful.

Sure enough, Nabi and the two boys all voted for Ning An.

Ning Yu stepped forward and put Doyle's leftover mango cakes on a plate and put them on Ning Qinghuan's lap, Ning Qinghuan and they were all sitting, "Okay, you can let me go of your additional dishes, right?" ”

"Don't worry, let's give it a try." Ning Qinghuan asked the people around him to take one first, and then he also picked up one and took a bite.

The sweet and sour taste instantly permeated every corner of his mouth, "My God, if this kind of dish is put outside, it will definitely be a sky-high price!" It's terrible that Nabi can still be so cold after eating. ”

Lu Long added, "Nabi is a person with a god-level tongue, the dishes made by Chef Love have surpassed that of Chef Dole, Chef Love's cooking skills are not already level 10, this is really terrifying!" ”

Two chef's tables, one empty because of Doyle's exit.

Lu Zezhi found the opportunity and put his chin on Ning Qinghuan's right shoulder, "There is a part where chefs taste each other, do you want to go up and mix it?" ”

Ning Qinghuan looked at it, no one came on stage, and secretly said yes in his heart, then threw the plate to Lu Zezhi, got up and ran to the opponent's chef's table.

The question mark on Lu Zezhi's head was originally just said casually, but he didn't expect Ning Qinghuan to really go up, "Lu Long, does Xiao Qinghuan know how to stir-fry?" ”

Ning Xin'er was a little surprised, "You call him Xiao Qinghuan, haven't you ever eaten his fried dishes?" ”

Xiang Da saw that the opportunity had come, and immediately echoed, "There is a saying, not everyone can eat the dishes made by Ning Qinghuan, right, daughter-in-law." ”

Ning Xin'er blushed slightly, "I hate it, who is your daughter-in-law." But that's true. ”

Over at the chef's table, Ning An looked at Ning Qinghuan and felt that his blood was actually boiling a little, he hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Ning An asked Ning Qinghuan, "Young man, the chef's table is a chef's battlefield, don't you deliberately go on stage for the sake of the benefits of the food tasting link." ”

Ning Qinghuan held a knife in his left hand, "Don't talk nonsense, if I win, I want two dishes!" ”

Everyone in the audience was amused, except for the three people, Ning Xin'er, Xiang Da and Lu Long, who knew Ning Qinghuan's cooking skills.

The left knife tugged at Lu Long's sleeve, "Do you really think Ning Qinghuan can win?" ”

Lu Long glanced at him, "For the sake of eating, it is really possible for him to do it." ”

Ning Yu began to think about what it meant to do it.

This was heard by Lu Zezhi next to him, Lu Zezhi still didn't believe it, thinking that they were all pretending, and they usually had to eat in the dormitory, all of them were his kitchens, and Ning Qinghuan was responsible for eating.

Ning Yu wanted to take the opportunity to take a look at Ning Qinghuan's face, she threatened her just now, and she held a grudge, "Then, the dish of this game will be set as the Southern Cross." ”

The Southern Cross dish can't be made by a non-level 8 chef because the amount of seasoning can't be controlled.

Ning Qinghuan looked at the ingredients sent up, directly cut the whole chicken in half, and then poured honey.

Ning Yu smiled mockingly, "Sure enough, it's a layman..."

"Muyin Southern Cross!" Ning An's words interrupted Ning Yu.

Nabi immediately looked at Ning Qinghuan and began to carefully observe Ning Qinghuan's movements, and she explained to the two judges next to her what Muyin Southern Cross was.

"Southern Cross is all about the chef's idea of the harmony between the whole chicken and the seasoning. Each of the chefs will have a drastic change in the final taste of the seasoning and the difference in the amount of seasoning, so this dish is easy to make mistakes, and people who do not have an eighth-level chef qualification certificate dare not try it easily. ”

Ning An immediately retracted his mind and began to move, this young man's movements are so neat, it seems that he is very experienced, he only has to gamble now, and make the same name as Muyin Southern Cross, Flower Language Southern Cross.

Nabi saw that Ning Qinghuan's movements were getting faster and faster, and she became more and more excited, "It's really the right time tonight, Chef Lian is making the Southern Cross of Flowers, as long as they succeed in a dish, it will be the best taste in the world." ”